Fuck or Forget you (H.S.-AU)

Chapter 6

(media: Mias dress)

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Today is Friday.
Usually I love Fridays, because fucking school is over and I can be home alone with nobody bulling me. But today I don’t know how to feel about.

Today is the DAY. Marcel and my plan is going to get real. We finally try to never ever again be outsiders. Today we are going to that party. There we will make friends with cool kids and after that night the horror of my life will be over.

-hopefully-

I’m not sure about the dress I bought yesterday with Marcel. I feel like a slut in it. It’s so tight and short, that’s just not me. But maybe that is the thing about me. I’m not wearing bitchy things and because of that nobody likes me.

I have no clue what make-up I should wear. I don’t even know how to put proper make-up on. I’m so bad at it. There was only one time I wore make-up and that was at the funeral of my grandmother. But it looked that terrible that I ended up sitting on the toilet, crying, because everybody was laughing at me. This was one of the worst days of my life. Not only that my grandma died, who I really, really loved, no, I was also being an outsider even in my family.

After school I lay on my bed the whole afternoon. However, as I look at the clock and see that it is 7 pm, I start to panic. I haven’t even showered or prepared anything for the party yet and Marcel is coming in only one hour.

I jump off the bed and get into the shower. I usually need like 20 minutes in the shower but right now I really need to hurry up. I quickly wash my hair and shave my legs and armpits. I get out of the shower and grab all my stuff I need for make-up. I hope it works out today and will not end up in a too big mess.
After doing my face I look in the mirror. I think it doesn’t look that bad as I thought it would. I quickly dry my hair and curl it. After doing that I rush back to my room and put the dress on.

Suddenly I hear the doorbell ringing and I run to the door. There Marcel stays in the door with cool jeans and a cute blue shirt buttoned up until the last button on. He talks to my mother and suddenly it comes to my mind that she doesn’t even know, that I want to go to a party. I hope she lets me go, otherwise this could be awkward.

Mum: “Honey where are you going?”
Me: “You know, there is this party today and I thought…”
Mum: “Alright sweetie if you promise me that you won’t get drunk and bring a drunk boy home with you, I allow you to go.”
Me: “Awww, mum! You are the best mother I know. I love you sooo much!

I hug her and get out of the door, but she grabs my arm and whispers into my ear: “I hope you don’t dress like this at school it’s so short that you can see your ass if you bent down. So be careful.” I look at her and feel how my cheeks start to blush and I quickly leave the house.